If it don't make dollars
Then it don't make sense
Make cents, doesn't it?
I'm in life's drivers seat
But I don't have the gumption to gun it
Really own it, run it
Because of this consistent deceleration
My opinion on myself is really suffering to degradation
It's like Germany's currency after world war one
Worthless, wordless, like an unloaded gun
You ever know you deserve better but can't find anybody worth the time?
Yes I know I've whined constantly about this topic in rhyme
But it annoys me and breaks my heart at the same time
So if it don't make dollars it don't make sense, at least for now that's what I find